After what feels like forty minutes of finding my way around the streets of Willow's Peak under the moonlight, I sense a wave of familiarity wash over me when I find myself heading down an abandoned road lined with the forest on one side and sleeping houses on the other.
Knowing instantly where I am, I decide to take the path I vaguely remember walking the first time I arrived here and ditched Janessa at the pub, the eerie surroundings oddly feeling at home to me the further I walk which surprises even my brain for its throwing memories of when I was chased through these last night.
Maybe Luca's words about it being one of the people at the party has finally got to me for that could be the reason as to why I don't fear the forest. Either way I'm not getting that sense of being watched so
